Squirting Stretch
2017·38 min·98% liked·40.4K Views
Megan Rain knocks back two icy glasses of water while scrolling for hot yoga. She rings a studio that promises to crank the heat. Sweating buckets sounds like heaven to her, so she books a slot for tomorrow and hangs up.
She shows up and it is just her plus instructor Adriana Checkik. Something about that face jogs Megan's memory—an earlier class where the two of them sprayed the floor like broken sprinklers. Adriana claims total amnesia. She runs Megan through lunges and folds that tug the hamstrings, while Megan can’t stop admiring the instructor’s tiny, clingy shorts.
Trying a move she saw online, Megan’s balance fails. Her leg twists on the way down and she yelps. Adriana slides in, armed with oil and a massage-therapy certificate, ready to knead the ache away. Megan peels off her shorts right there—bare, smooth, unapologetic.
Fingers work higher, slick and insistent. Megan steers them toward the prize, hand on her own slick lips, confessing she only likes girls. Before Adriana can form a protest, Megan tugs the instructor’s top off and dives face-first between her thighs. One minute of lap-up, and Adriana’s knees buckle; a shimmering jet splatters across the mat.
Megan plants her dripping cunt on Adriana’s mouth, rocking until she herself spurts everywhere. They kiss hard, then scissor like crazy—thighs slapping, cheeks flexing, another fountain erupting between them. Oil-slick fingers glide four deep; they roll and grind in a squirt-slick mess. Megan fists her instructor until Adriana shudders and gushes straight into her open mouth, then demands the flavor back in a kiss.
Adriana returns the favor, wrist twisting inside Megan, sliding faster as hips bounce. A footjob draws a yard-long arc of spray; Megan catches every drop, then keeps fisting until Adriana sings with another orgasm. Tribbing, facesitting, they chase one another across the soaked floor. A final gentle circle on Adriana’s clit pulls one last sparkling rope across the studio lights before they collapse, giggling in the puddle.
Directors:Stillsby Alan













